"You've got to be kidding me." She watched him dubiously. He hadn't really taken her seriously, had he? "That was a joke in case you hadn't already figured it out. But I guess you don't have a sense of humor." She grabbed his arm. Now it had turned from interest into a matter of principle.

"Have I asked you to sign on any dotted line, yet? Am I threatening to blackmail you over what I know? Calling the cops? Or maybe you think the Arrow's a better choice. By all rights, I should have had you thrown out of the place as soon as I noticed you were skimming off the top. But you were the one who ran. I'm not suggesting you do something nefarious. It's not like I'm trying to abduct you so I can dissect you or something. I didn't even know what you could do before an hour ago."

She shrugged. "I still don't know how. And I'll admit I'm curious, but who wouldn't be? You want to know what I was offering? A permanent position instead of a pay-as-you-go kind of thing. If you want to be specific, I was thinking of something with security. Who better to weed out the con mans than a con man?"

She let go of his arm. "But if you want to keep running for the rest of your life..."